I always wanted to have a cool cholo name, a tuff placaso like—Toro, Lobo, or Santo—but my destiny was to be Benjamin like the son of the right hand or like Benjamin Franklin.
This eventually became Ben and Benny like a Bean.
I cannot really name who I am or what this is.
I discover myself and lose myself.
It is a tale full of fury.
I used to have a will to understand because that is what they taught me I should want, but they knew me even less than I knew myself.
There is someone else in between this atmosphere, and it does not matter who he is either.
He is a simple shadow, not even a Bean.
I do not care to understand.
I am never alone because I always witness myself.
I know my story, like your story, so if I could name myself, I would bow my head and pray
Let my name be Love.